It kinda freaked me out, and I would have put a hard stop to it if it was anyone but Josie, but she had always been one of those touchy-feely types. Her running her hands all over me was like someone else nodding at me in acknowledgement.
“Yeah, yeah. They made it. You were right,” Garth replied, his lips still shiny and sparkly from Josie’s lip gloss.
“This guy’s been pouting half the night, worrying you two wouldn’t make it in time,” Josie said, waving at someone who offered a congrats in passing. “He said the only people who are his real friends wouldn’t make it and he’d be stuck making nice with everyone else who was only here because of me.” Josie circled her finger around the barn brimming with people. “Because, you know, the world is out to get and totally against Garth Black.”
“This might be a bad time to bring this up, but the only reason Jesse and I are here is because of Josie too.”
Garth gave me a tight smile as a beer magically appeared over his shoulder. So much for no friends in the crowd.
“Why doesn’t this man have a cold beer in his hands yet?” Garth motioned at Jesse, who’d just shoved off of the mats to take his sentinel at my side. Answering his own question, he held his beer out for Jesse.
Jesse didn’t seem to notice it. Instead he looked like he was still trying to wake up and figure out where he was.
Garth grabbed Jesse’s hand, opened it, and slipped the beer in. “There you go, Jess. Now it’s a party.”
I didn’t know if it was the condensation dripping down the side of the bottle into his hand or if he’d just figured out a way to push the last of the fog aside, but Jesse’s eyes cleared. After taking a look at the three of us, he glanced at the beer. “It’s your party. You need this more than I do.” He lifted the beer toward Garth, who shook his head as adamantly as I’d ever seen him.
“No. You most definitely need that more than I do,” he said, waving when Jesse tried to hand it off again. “Besides, I’ve already met my two-beer limit for the night, so I’m going to pretend to be a good boy and refrain from all bottles unless there’s water inside.” Garth lifted his chin at the people around us. “Half of these people are only here for the free food and the hope I’ll demonstrate just how much of Clay Black is inside these veins. You know how much I love disappointing people. It’s one of the few things I do really well.” Garth winked at me then kissed Josie’s cheek before backing into the crowd. “Speaking of bottles of zero-proof liquid, you want me to grab you one, mama bear?”
Jesse nodded for me while I shook my own head. I’d been drinking so much water today, yesterday, and every day since two pink lines drove a wrecking ball through our lives, I’d actually checked the internet to see how much a person had to drink before it became a bad thing. That was another thing my husband was ever on the ball on—keeping a water bottle within reach and topped off.
“Okay, so do I grab one or don’t I?” Garth waved his finger between Jesse and me.
“Yes.”
“No,” I said at the same time.
Both of us followed it up with a sigh.
“It’s hot in here. You need to stay cool, hydrated,” Jesse said, glancing at my forehead where I could feel sweat beading. “It can’t hurt.”
Instead of arguing, I turned it into a negotiation. “Fine. I’ll drink a bottle of water.” His face ironed out in surprise, probably because I never gave in so quickly or easily. “If you drink that bottle of beer.”
His face pinched back together. “What does me drinking a beer have to do with you drinking water?”
“Nothing.” I lifted a shoulder. “And everything.”
“Shit, you guys. This can’t be that difficult of a decision.” From his tone, I could imagine the impatient look on Garth’s face.
Jesse threw him a quick glare for “defiling” our innocent baby’s ears before aiming his attention back at me. “This is crazy.”
“I know.” I lifted his hand holding the beer toward his mouth. “Isn’t it great?”
With a disgruntled sigh, he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a sip.
“That’s fine. You want to nurse your bottle all night long? I will too.” I waved Garth on his water-retrieving way but crossed my arms at Jesse.
“So are you implying that for every bottle of beer I drink, you’ll drink your own bottle of water?” He took another sip, this one not so dainty.
“I didn’t realize I was implying anything. I thought it was pretty obvious.”
“You’re bribing me.”
Yeah, I kinda was. “I’m trying to get you to loosen up for one night and have a good time.”
Finally done running her hands all over my stomach, Josie held her fist out for me. I bumped mine against hers.
“Unbelievable,” Jesse muttered, taking another even longer drink of his beer.
I smiled. He hadn’t had a single drink since he’d found out I was pregnant. When most men would have been reaching for the bottle, Jesse’s got shoved to the back of the fridge. I figured that with his low tolerance even before three months without alcohol, he’d be putty in my hungry, very horny, hands after three, possibly four beers.
Better make it five just to be safe. I wanted him good and tipsy so all I had to do was crook my finger to get him to come running, but I didn’t want him drunk and sloppy. After my own three-month stint of going without, I wanted to take my time and do it right. More than once if possible.